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Hafiz is one of the world’s most beloved poets, he is affectionately known as the ‘Tongue of the Invisible’ and the great Poet-Seer Ralph Waldo Emerson himself remarked that ‘Hafiz is a poet for poets.’
Shrine of Hafiz To view Hafiz Poems click here: “Hafiz was born in Shiraz in south-east Persia (modern Iran) in approximately 1320 A.D., twenty two years before the birth of Chaucer and a year before the death of Dante. He was named Shams-ud-din, which means ‘Sun of Faith,’ Mohammed.
The Subject Tonight is Love. 60 Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz. Versions by Daniel Ladinsky. The Hand of Poetry – Five mystic poets of Persia – Coleman Barks.
More than any other Persian poet–even Rumi—Hafiz expanded the mystical, healing dimensions of poetry. Because his poems were often ecstatic love songs from God to his beloved world, many have called Hafiz the “Invisible Tongue.”
Infused with the spirit of love and joy, this unique collection offers insight into Hafiz’s spiritual philosophy and carefree mysticism that addresses the earthly beauty, pain, ecstasy, and longing that define human nature, and the divine adoration that promises to set the spirit free.
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that. In one well. You have just a few precious cups of water, That “love” is literally something of yourself, It can grow as slow as a diamond. If it is lost.
The Subject Tonight is Love. Wild and Sweet Poems of Hafiz. by D. Ladinsky. “Know. The true nature of your Beloved. In His loving eyes your every thought, Word and movement is always-. Always Beautiful.”. – Hafiz.
The Bird of Gardens. THE bird of gardens sang unto the rose, New blown in the clear dawn: “Bow down thy head! As fair as thou within this garden close, Many have bloomed and died.”. She laughed and said. “That I am born to fade grieves not my heart. But never was it a true lover’s part.
Learned. So much from God. That I can no longer. Call. Myself. A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim, A Buddhist, a Jew. The Truth has shared so much of Itself. With me.
Stop Being So Religious. What. Do sad people have in. Common? It seems. They have all built a shrine. To the past. And often go there. And do a strange wail and.
